Absolutely Xin naturally sensed the strong ghost qi, and did not dare to slack off, so he wanted to guard the entrance, and asked loudly: "Where is the sacred outside the wall?" If you come, you will be safe, you might as well show up and see it. ”

"Hahaha......" laughed, and a ghost figure stood on the wall.

When I looked at it, I saw that the man was hanging in the air with one leg in the air, his chest and abdomen exposed, holding an iron crutch, hanging a gourd from his waist, and his cloak was scattered, but it was the image of the iron crutch Li among the eight immortals.

"Old ghost, pretending to be a Taoist scattered immortal, do you want to deceive me into incense?" Jue Xin was secretly surprised, but his face remained calm.

A ghost who dares to pretend to be a fairy is certainly not a good thing. Just like the red boy pretending to be Guanyin, he also has the means and backers, so he dares to be so bold.

"Xiaodao Chief, you put down such a big formation, I'm afraid you're going to put yourself in tonight." That Tie Guan Li sneered and said, "You are young, you have no hair on your mouth, and you don't know us if you want to come, right?" ”

"You guys?" Juexin looked around and said, "It doesn't seem to be an old ghost, come out, don't play hide and seek." ”

Tie Guan Li nodded and said, "Let's all come out and see the demeanor of Maoshan masters!" ”

A black shadow flashed on the north wall, and a slender beautiful man jumped on the wall, and the long sword in his hand stood up: "The sword is shining brightly." ”

Jue Xin nodded, this is Lu Dongbin's shape.

"The fish drum frequently beats with Sanskrit sounds, and Zhang Guo is old!" Another old man jumped up.

"Holding the lotus flower in your hand is not stained with dust, He Xiangu has seen the Maoshan Grand Master." Then a woman stood on the wall with a lotus flower in her hand, and bowed to her heart.

"The jade plate and the sound of Wan Laiqing are clear, in the lower Uncle Cao."

"There is nothing extraordinary in the flower basket, and the blue is here."

"Gently shake the small fan to make Tao Ran, and Han Zhongli will also come to join in the fun."

"Zi Xiao blows a thousand waves of silence. Xiaosheng Han Xiangzi. ”

In an instant, eight figures appeared on the three walls, and they just made up eight immortals, a lot of them.

"It's so good, I didn't expect that this last night attracted a gathering of eight immortals." The desperate eyes looked around and said:

"If I'm not mistaken, you are the Eight Immortal Protectors of the White Lotus Sect during the Qianlong period more than a hundred years ago, I remember that you all died under the blood-devouring knife, and your souls were scattered. I don't know which great power has condensed your soul? ”

In the middle and late Qianlong period, the White Lotus Sect developed rapidly, and believers were all over the world. There are eight Dharma protectors in his teaching, and according to the dress of Tie Guan Li Lu Dongbin and others, they are collectively known as the Eight Immortals of Dharma Protectors. Later, when he was active in the capital, he was wiped out by the Qing soldiers and beheaded at the entrance of the vegetable market.

The person who executed was Bu Zhenxin, who fought the snake demon and hunted ghosts in Chuxiu Palace, and he used a blood-devouring knife. And Bu Zhenxin was seventy years old, but he was still brave.

It's just that I never expected that these eight people died under the blood-devouring knife, and their souls had been dispersed by murderous energy, and they could actually condense again and become ghosts!

Looks like tonight, something is wrong.

Bu Youming had also heard this story, and exclaimed in surprise: "It turned out to be you! ”

The identity was broken by the desperate word, and these eight old ghosts were also surprised, glanced at each other, and said, "It's been more than a hundred years, and there are still people who remember us." ”

"When you were beheaded, it caused a sensation in the capital, and it is not surprising to remember you." Jue Xin said lightly.

The ghost figure flickered, and the eight old ghosts fell into the courtyard together.

Tie Guan Li is boss took two steps forward and said, "Since the mage knows our identity, he must also know the origin of the White Lotus Sect. Red flowers, green leaves, and white lotus roots, the three sects are a family, and you and I are still fellow Daomen. ”

"Yin and yang have different paths, people and ghosts are different, and I have never had a relationship with ghosts. If you are still alive, I will admit that you are from the Daomen. But now, I'm a mage, and you're ghosts. He rolled his eyes and said, "So, don't get close to me, what do you want to do, say it." ”

He Xiangu's face sank, looked at Juexin, and asked, "This Maoshan Master, let me ask you today, are you Han or Banner?" ”

"I'm Han." Desperate said.

"Since you are Han, why do you forget the hatred of your family and country and guard this flag man's murderous knife? Two hundred and sixty years after the founding of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, do you know how many Han Chinese have been killed by this knife? Do you know how many Han Chinese heads it cut off? Do you know that when it drank blood, how many Han parents, wives and children were crying and wailing!? He Xiangu was aggressive and continued to ask.

Fang Cai Tie Guan Li is talking about the origin of Taoism, and now He Xiangu is talking about the enmity of the Manchu and Han people, which is really moved by emotion and reason.

And when Bu Youming heard that this female ghost had counted two hundred and sixty years of old accounts, he was already so frightened that he hid behind the desperate altar and didn't dare to move.

"With the change of dynasties, it is inevitable that some people will be born and some people will die. Now that the Qing Dynasty has been dissolved, why bother with old enmities? Desperately upright, he said: "Moreover, the blood-devouring knife itself is innocent, it is just a knife and a piece of iron. ”

"I don't care, tonight, the eight of us brothers and sisters are bound to destroy the blood-devouring knife and kill everyone in Bujia Hutong, so as to vent our hatred of destroying the country and destroying the clan for a hundred years!" He Xiangu looked at each other angrily and said: "Fellow Daoist, if you are acquainted, leave the blood-devouring knife and go back to your Maoshan Mountain, we have no grievances and no hatred, and we don't want to be your enemy." ”

He sneered and said, "I want this knife!" All its grievances, I bear with all my might. Take your sword, and pass my pass first; If you want to kill the people of the Bu family, kill me first! ”

Since you want a blood-devouring knife, you must take on the revenge of the Bu family, which is a desperate mind. If you are an unscrupulous person, you can walk away with a blood-devouring knife, regardless of the life and death of Bujia Hutong.

"Xiaodao Chief, since that's the case, don't blame us for bullying the juniors!" Han Zhongli let out a strange scream, and was the first to rush to the altar, waving the fan in his hand, and the black mist floated out.

With a flick of his fingers, a fire dragon talisman flew out, burrowed into the black mist, and slammed straight into the fan.

Han Zhongli was caught off guard, and even waved his fan, but he couldn't force the annealing dragon talisman, and he couldn't help but be embarrassed.

Han Xiangzi waved Xiao in his hand to help Han Zhongli; Lu Dongbin surrounded Wei to save Zhao, and the long sword went straight to the heart.

Unhurried, he flew out of the ghost chasing talisman to resist attacks from all directions, and then took out a palm thunder and slashed towards He Xiangu.

Tie Guan Li looked at the overall situation, suddenly beckoned, took Zhang Guo's old Cao Guo uncle Lan Caihe, and pounced on the blood-devouring knife.

The eight old ghosts were divided into two groups, half attacking the Absolute Heart, and the other half snatching the sword, in order to make the Absolute Heart unable to care for each other.

"Five ghost boys, protectors!" With a wave of his hand, five paper figures flew out of his sleeve.

Seeing that the wind was getting stronger, the paper man laughed strangely in the air, and rushed towards the blood-devouring knife.

"Lingbao Law Division Great Seal, up!" With another wave of his hand, a paper talisman flew into the sky.

"Stop the Great Fu!" Lu Dongbin shouted, jumped up, and wanted to stop the printing paper talisman.

"It's up to you!" Desperate and pointed together, the ghost killing spell was pointed out, and Lu Dongbin was in the air in the array.